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"It seems that we have a mystery to solve."
"Yeah…I think we do…" replied Vanir. He just stared at the sheer size of the crater.
Oromis and Vanir were gazing over an enormous ridge. A giant sand-hole spread out to a length and width of more than a mile.
Inside the trench were people working, probably slaves. They were taking a type of blue and white ore from various caves. The stones sparkled and reflected light all around with amazing beauty.
Inside the hole were various metal objects and carts. Tracks became a labyrinth of road, smoke burned from smokestacks, and huts lined the top-right side of the view to Vanir and Oromis.
A crack of a whip close of them drew their attention. They saw an old man being beaten by two men. Vanir could smell the alcohol in their breath from where he was standing behind a rock.
The two men mercilessly hit the man over…and over…and over. Nothing was going to make them stop.
Vanir had had enough and took his bow. He put two arrows and attached them to the string and fired, catching one man in the heart, the other the head.
"You really are an expert with a projectile, Vanir."
Vanir didn't respond but then ran to the man. He checked the man's neck and said, "No pulse…he's dead."
"Even if we saved him he had no where to go. Besides, he would have died from his wounds, he was most likely dead after the first kick," Oromis said. "Come. We must find out what that ore is."
Vanir followed Oromis down the steep hill and cast a magic barrier to prevent them from being seen.
"I detect magic," Oromis said casually.
How are you Oromis?
Hello my dear friend, Oromis replied to the sudden voice. Does your leg hurt?
No, it is feeling quite well, Glaedr replied. But I wish to see you.
Oromis chuckled. The great dragon wishes to see his master, but I must do this my friend. I swear that I shall see you again. Do not worry; it is only for a short time. I will be back in four months.
Glaedr returned the laugh. I believe spending time with young Saphira has made me feel young when I wished to see you all the time.
Oromis recalled all the memories in which Glaedr would not sleep in the dragon compound unless Oromis was with him.
"Oromis-elda, look!" Vanir exclaimed.
I shall talk to you later my friend, Glaedr said and returned to his nap.
"What is it Vanir?"
Vanir pointed to where five slaves were fighting eight muscular guards. The guards must have thought of these slaves as replaceable for one took a spear and threw it at a slave, just missing his arm.
Then Hell broke loose.
The slaves were rebelling. They suddenly found a number of short-swords in the ground and they equipped themselves with their own spears. It seemed like all the slaves started to attack their holders, all except two. These two stood at two different carts filled with the sparkling blue gems.
It was obvious that the guards were going to be the victors. They had more experience and surprisingly more numbers. Vanir snuck a look at the two men again. One man had the numbers 777 embedded into his arm. This man stood by one smokestack while the other one stood by a giant hut centered in the trench, the warden's house. That man had the number 666 on his arm.
It seemed as if the battle would end in many casualties. The sand was filled with blood and the dropped weapons of the fallen.
After half-an-hour and after about three-fourths of the slaves were dead Vanir saw the 777 man and the 666 man take daggers out of their cloaks.
All of a sudden a booming voice came out of nowhere.
"You all have fought bravely my brothers!" Vanir saw that 666 was speaking. "But you guards are nothing but cowards! You will realize that I am the leader of this rebellion! Come! Kill me! I am not afraid of death! Let the name Nero be known! I will kill you all!"
666 or Nero took the dagger and lifted it above his head and brought it down upon the stones, 777 mimicked his action.
The blades touched the stones and then a chain of explosions filled the crater.
The sound was deafening. The light was blinding. And death followed.
"Nasuada?" Eragon asked, trying to get permission to enter.
Nasuada grunted approval.
Nasuada's office could be described as many things, clean was not one of them. The curtains were hardly open, giving out almost no light. Papers and books littered the regal patterns of the carpet and the bookshelf looked as if a fist had hit it many a time. But Nasuada found a way to clean part of her desk and use that small space as her "mini-desk."
"How are you, Nasuada?"
Nasuada mumbled a short phrase.
"What?" Eragon said.
"I can't do this anymore…" she said.
Nasuada burst into tears.
Eragon did not really know how to handle a situation like this. Usually someone would help him such as Garrow or Roran. He never really helped anyone like this.
Eragon walked over to Nasuada and held her, as a brother would comfort a sister. He said her name softly continually and he staid in that position. She cried and cried and Eragon just whispered, "It's okay…you're not alone…"
Nasuada slowly gained composure over herself and looked up into Eragon's dark eyes.
"I… I am sorry… Thank you."
Eragon tried to give a reassuring smile. "I always say it's better to not hold it in. Cause if you do then the tears will just be there and will come out eventually."
"Thank you," she replied to the comment. "May I ask what you are doing here?"
"I just wanted to check up on you," he lied.
"You don't have to lie you know," she said. "Why'd you come to see me?"
Eragon took a deep breath. He didn't know why because he was just offering a suggestion.
"How do you feel about taking Helgrind?"